Orange goes down to The Squire’s mighty blow from his shield in spite of being distracted by thoughts of a good looking half-orc scholar warrior.
Flikk doesn’t remember exactly what sort of creatures these are.
Tuhdah keeps the inspiring words flowing, but isn’t quite as good with medical treatment.
Inspire courage active.
Bolded may act.
Round 3:
Vandor 12 damage
Round 4:
Blue 30 damage
Ionic 12 damage, drained 1, bleed 1
Loohi
Green
The Squire
Flikk — one action left if you want it
Tuhdah
Pink 13 damage
Black 15 damage
Red 17 damage
Orange 27 damage
Loohi hits and kills the last Kobold.
Ionic doesn’t do so well at treating his wounds and the bleeding continues.
Fortunately, The Squire was able to so something that should help stop the bleeding.
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Ionic gives a grumble as he fails to get the bandages around the wound on his back. He mentally sighs as Squire fixes him up instead. "Could've done it meself.... But danks."
The dwarf then looks at everyone as the bleeding stops. "Can I putta proper poultice on? Take me 10. And a pole. Cruming back wounds."
The bleeding stops and Ionic takes a few minutes to bandage his wounds.
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The dwarf then looks at everyone as the bleeding stops. "Can I putta proper poultice on? Take me 10. And a pole. Cruming back wounds."
"What, no fire? Or dirt? You shortshanks fix boo boos weird." Flikk hops off the grid and peeks around the corner before he starts rummaging through the fallen kobold's equipment. "Gotta be some good stuff in these pockets right? No time to waste!"
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"What, no fire? Or dirt? You shortshanks fix boo boos weird." Flikk hops off the grid and peeks around the corner before he starts rummaging through the fallen kobold's equipment. "Gotta be some good stuff in these pockets right? No time to waste!"
"If was at sea, 'd use saltwater. Ain't none o'dat here. Don't know good from bad dirt fer wounds. Also'd like ta heal nicely. Not cauterize. Sa what dirt'd ye use, den?"
One of the kobolds was armed with a spear, sling, and some leather armor.
The other three must have been higher rank, they each had a shortsword, crossbow, leather armor, and a snare kit. They also have a variety of rough gemstones, as well as a smattering of silver and copper coins, contained in their belt pouches.
The winding stairway spills out into a short hallway that leads to a receiving room. Once serving as a reception area for residents of the tower, the room now lies stripped of furnishing. To the north, another staircase leads further up into the tower. To the west, an expansive magical library, with books and scrolls stored on elevated shelves reaching up forty feet high, fills the remainder of the floor.
The room is well lit by the magical lamps fixed at regular intervals along the columns holding the bookcases and scroll shelves aloft. The pillars have some sort of runes on them under the accumulated dust.
Tuhdah does detect magic once he can see into the library. He also notices that nearly all the books are out of reach up on the higher levels.
Tuhdah sets up his ladder. With it he can reach the second and third tier (of three) in the library.
He starts searching through the books.
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One of the kobolds was armed with a spear, sling, and some leather armor.
The other three must have been higher rank, they each had a shortsword, crossbow, leather armor, and a snare kit. They also have a variety of rough gemstones, as well as a smattering of silver and copper coins, contained in their belt pouches.
"Ha, the spoils go to the Victors! And to us, since Victor isn't around!" Flikk starts tossing loot to the others to help carry out. He grabs a snare kit and a short sword, along with a few gemstones. "These traps look neat. Maybe figure them out later..."
As the group arrives in the vast library Flikk stands in awe for a few moments, remembering the MANY songs and stories of such situations. "My inner goblin say burn this down. But my new goblin brain says no. I help search for books we need, but gotta sing old goblin songs to set the mood."
Flikk helps Tuhdah sort books as he tosses them down from his ladder, singing loudly in goblin as he goes.
"Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"
Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan,… "
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With the help of the ladder Vandor gets to the 2nd tier.And shimmies past Flikk. "Watch your, self coming through."
Vandor grabs hold of the, now empty book shelf, and starts to climb the book shelf like a spider monkey.
But the shelf was loose and could not take his weight. With a snapping of wood Vandor plummets to the ground. "This is going to hurt!" you can hear him say, right before landing hard with a loud thud. Being cushioned only but the pile of books down on the floor.
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Ten minutes pass as Tuhdah sorts through books while Flikk goes up and down the ladder carrying books down to the ground floor.
Vandor gets impatient during that time and goes up to the second tier and then tries to climb a bookshelf there. He is able to break it and cause it to collapse.
He takes 2 points of damage.
Loohi, The Squire and Ionic patiently wait in the ground floor.
Seems Vandor in his impatience did cause something to happen. As Vandor is brushing himself off from vanquishing the bookshelf, an apparition floats down through the floor of what would be the third tier to where he, Tuhdah and Flikk are.
The apparition is a portly man in his middle years, with an oiled mustache, thinning hair slicked back and tied in a neat knot. He is dressed in attire that was the height of Chelaxian fashion almost seven hundred years ago, with a billowing silk shirt, polished silver breastplate, and black leather boots held together with an excessively complex series of ribbons.
“I say,” he calls out to you, “quite the mess your fellow has made of that bookshelf. Surprised it wasn’t one of you chaps doing the destroying.” He points towards Flikk to indicate who he expected to be the culprit.
“Be that as it may, don't suppose any of you fine people happen to have brought along a pot of tea and some decent leaves? It's been forever and a day since I've caught the scent of a decent cup.”
Floating out over the edge and looking down, he says “Could even have it down there, don’t want to leave any of your party out!”
With a dismissive wave towards The Squire, the apparition says “No need to be unfriendly! The kobold’s aren’t much for conversation, I was hoping you fellows would be different.”
He looks around, trying to judge what you will do.
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Ionic gives a frown as Tuhdah pulls out a feather token and snaps it into a full ladder. The dwarf slowly puts his back into his pouch. Instead pulling out his dagger and axe giving both a cleaning and checking their edges.
He gives a small start at Vandor crashing to the ground. "Careful dere, Vandor! Likely ta take dis place down. Slamming around like dat!"
Ionic's eyes widen as the ghost floats into the room, causing him to reach for the holy water on his belt, but he calms some as he sees that it isn't trying to kill anyone just yet. "See ya woke de dead!"
He turns to the ghost and says, "Ain't got any tea or pots. Do have some herbs. Oh an'a flask of holy water. Possibly do someding herbal."
He pulls out his healer's kit and starts going through the herbs in it. "So what ya doin' here? Ain't met many chatty, float-drough walls people afore."
“It's been a decidedly long time since anyone civilized made their way here.”
He floats down a little bit and over where he can sniff at the vapors once Ionic gets the brew started.
“Last folks were those Pathfinders about a century ago... Shame how that turned out. I did warn them about the devil in the attic you know. And that was before all the kobolds showed up to worship the damned thing. Don't suppose I can say much though, given as I'm the reason he's here and he's the reason I'm still stuck here.”
“My name? I am Diggen Thrune.” He takes on a more formal stance, straightening his posture as he says this.
Looking to Tuhdah, he says “I presume you’ve heard of me.”
At mention of needing another ladder, Diggen points to the pillar and asks “Why not just float up and down?”
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Ionic does some convoluted water transferring trying to get the holy water out of the flask and into his water skin and the water skin water into the flask without mixing the two. He then sets up a fire in the fireplace, setting the flask out to boil. As he cuts up some rose hips and blackberry leaves he looks at the supplies and then up at Vandor. "Ow, big fallin' lump. Why don'cha get over here? Patch ya up while I brew tea."
He gives a frown as he finds that he's dreadfully low on rosehips that he uses as a base for his salves. "Dang. Can't help ya 'til I harvest more. Ya have a healin' potion? Ya can have mine if'n ya want."
Ionic looks up at Mr. ghost Thrune and pauses for a second, stifling a spurt of laughter. "Course heard've you. Dis is Diggen's Rest, after all. Dough ya clearly ain't restin'."
He then glances over at Tuhdah. "Know ya short'n'all but ya can jump up if ya need. Me ladder's for emergencies. Paid for myself." He stares back at Diggen then, "How long ya been dead? Us'n corporeals can't float."
As he finishes uselessly wrapping up Vandor's wounds, he comments, "Makes sense. A Thrune summonin' devils. But what made ya stay here after dying? An' what kinda devil we talkin' 'bout?"
Tuhdah patches up some of Vandor’s wounds, then gives him a potion that he immediately quaffs.
The group has already tried to figure out who Diggen Thrune is. Might want to read Slide 7 again.
Diggen glows a little at Ionic mentioning this still being known as Diggen’s Rest.
He gives a short cough and sort of mumbles “Not quite sure anymore. More than a century, less than a millennium. Tough to keep track of such things in my state.”
Diggen just shrugs when told that your group can’t float.
When asked why he was stuck, he tells you “Made a deal and things went in an unexpected direction.”
“I'm a servant of the empire, you know; I was knighted for my efforts in quelling rebellion in these parts. The empire rewarded me with land on the far side of the country and a responsibility to guard this region.
Bit of a barbed deal that. How was I to feed and larder troops to protect a keep on the opposite side of the empire from my holdings? I wasn't, and that's the simple truth of the matter.
A devil, though? Hah! No food, no morale issues, and you don't need to worry about paying them until the job is well and truly done. How was I to know that agreeing to be bound to the beast until the empire's control of the region was reestablished and peace was returned was going to leave me stuck here for all eternity?”
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Flikk quickly tries to duck behind the ladder before the ghost sees him, but its far too late for that. "Me? I'm Flikk and goblins don't all destroy everything these days. Many of us have changed, so it be 'right proper' if you caught up." He half smiles, at least.
"You know where them Pathfinders may have put stuff? We're looking for old history stuff about them. Maybe where they last were?" Once the tea is done Flikk brings out his mug and peeks in to see how much there is...
He answers Flikk first, turning to him and saying "Sorry to have misjudged you. Seems things of changed quite a bit out there."
Then he turns to Loohi and says "Basic idea is sound, but there are a few more details that need taking care of to do it right."
"Listen here, my friends: I have a bit of a proposition for you. I cannot leave this keep under my own power for as long as the devil is free upstairs, and he can’t be sealed back up in that throne of his by anyone other than me.
So here’s my proposal: I’ll seal myself up in one of your wayfinders or another magic item of your choice. You head on upstairs and confront that infernal bugger. Best him in combat, and when it seems he’s destroyed, he’ll be weak enough to bind.
What matters is that one of you place the item containing me against his throne and speak the proper words, which I will teach you. That’ll seal the bugger back up in his throne and put him at the service of the keep’s proper owner.
Once he’s sealed up, place both of your hands against the object you seal me in and speak the same phrase; I’ll be free to travel on to the afterlife I’ve earned with my service to the empire. Once I’m gone, you’ll be the keep’s proper owners, with your own bound devil to oversee the place.
What do you say?”
He looks at each of you, eager for your answer.
The first part about binding the devil seems correct, but there is something off about the second part. He is very eager for you to do it, but you think the results aren't exactly as he describes.
Diggen smiles at Loohi, glad there is someone willing to do this for him.
"Right, it is agreed then!"
He pauses and looks to the rest of the group, to make sure there are no objections.
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"Hey, you're just like Master! Tellin' half-truths. Like "I'll let you eat all the meat you want when I'm finished" when he knew plum well he would eat it all up and leave none!
No no no... all that stuff about binding the Devil seems correct, but there is something off about the second part.
You're too eager for us to do it. I'm sure it won't turn out as you say it will.
Just like Master you are: "Hold the nail Squire, it won't hurt your fingers", well it drove the nail in but it didn't turn out as stated!"
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Diggen frowns and looks at The Squire. “What are you ranting about? I can’t even eat meat any more!”
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Flikk listens to all the mumbo jumbo about devils and binding and being the new owners of the keep, and all he can really lock on to is "So we'd be owners of this keep?!? Flikk never keep a keep before..."
This thought resonates repeatedly around in Flikk's oversized head, until he gets distracted by the talk of meat "Meat? Where's the meat? I'm still waiting for some tea drink!"
He does finally come around to his initial question "So what happened to the old Pathfinders? Did they try this trick for you too?"
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Limping his way over to Ionic. "Well that wasn't the smartest thing I have done. Should have let the goblins do that climbing."
And lays on the ground. just as he sees the apparition floats down. "I didn't think I fell that hard."
Listening to Diggen propsal. "I am not sure about a devil being bound to us, it sounds so unnatural."
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Ionic uses the shield to hold the holy water for a while, while he uses the now empty flask to make tea. He pours a cup for Vandor first in apology for the failed healing attempt. He then calls over Diggen's ghost. "Oi, Drune! Ya wanted some tea ta smell. Didn't ya? Com'on and get over here den."
If Thrune comes over, Ionic pours a mug of herbal tea and starts talking in a low voice. "Know ya been here a long time. But I've lived a long time te. And I know when someone is lyin' ta me. Sa, what aren't ye tellin' us? Don't say we'd be takin' over your contract. Don't want'a be bound here sa far from de sea... Anyways, we can help, truly, but if ya keep lying, we can't trust anythin' ya say, and can't help. Think 'bout it."
Ionic then stands up, "Alright, tea's ready, bring ya mug over here. Less ya don't want none!"